By making time to read, like making time to love, we expand our time for living.
You can't make someone read. Just like you can't make them fall in love, or dream.
Time spent reading, like time spent loving, increases our lifetime.
I have never experienced a sorrow that was not relieved by an hour of reading.
The teacher is commodified, the school is a shop, the subjects are consumer goods. To read, to think, to reflect, isn't a question of want, it's a question of need.
All it takes is one teacher - just one - to save us from ourselves and make us forget all the others.